The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution. — Michael Moorcock

I felt sorry for him at that moment. He only wanted what every man wanted—freedom from fear, a chance to raise children with a reasonable certainty that they would be allowed to do the same, a chance to look forward to the future without the knowledge that any plans made might be wrecked forever by some sudden act of violence.

If the people at the top think that reaching for a gun will solve the problem, why shouldn’t the people at the bottom think the same?

There must be countless forms of love. Which is the form which conquers the rest? I cannot define it. I shall not try.